Regina's face flushed a deep red, her heart racing at the realization of the shift in Julian's touch. It was no longer the innocent gesture of a son who was concerned for his mother; it felt something entirely different, something far more intimate. Her instincts kicked in, and she quickly pulled away from him, taking a step back.
Gregoria looked at her daughter-in-law with a concerned gaze, noticing how flushed Regina's face had become.
"You look unwell," she said gently, her voice filled with motherly concern. "Perhaps you should rest for a while."
Julian with his playful nature teased, "Yes, you should, mother. You've been working hard today."
Regina felt her heart pound in her chest, the weight of Julian's words and touch still lingering. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.
